Be my valentine in the morn.
Be my valentine when a new day is born.
Be my valentine in the night.
Be my valentine when the time is just right.
Be my valentine forever more
Be my valentine. It’s you I adore.
I’ve said everything, and now I will say.
Be my valentine on Valentine’s Day.

Jazz is strong and so sweet.
It makes your heart skip a beat.
No matter where you are, city or town.
It can be heard all around.
It takes you to another place and time.
It zings you left and right, like a rhyme.
The motion truly sets your mind free.
Its hold is endless and simple to see.
It’s solid, beautiful, soulful, and full of class.
Life would be boring without jazz…

Rain on my bitter screams
I say you can never will these
Urges for power & love away.

The rain drops are falling.
Like God is crying from the sky.
Do you hear the rain calling?
Next time listen and try.
Try listening to the rain drops falling
And imagine you can fly.

Dance to the rain drops falling to ground
Dance to the Raining beat
You’d be surprised at raining sound
The makes you move your feet

Sing to the rain drops, sing, sing, sing
And hear them sing along
If you sing with a fling
You’ll hear them sing a song.

Listen, dance, and sing with the rain drops
Never stick out your tongue
Because you know that the rain must stop
And that time of fun is gone.

My mother is a very sweet person
Someone who cares
She is a very neat person
Someone that is there
She is the one I tell my secrets to
The one who holds me through sad times
The one tells me what to do
And help me control my mad times

Her hope is as big and strong as a mountain
Her love is more powerful than a tide or a fountain
Her courage is stronger than any on earth
Yet all of these things have no worth
She tells me great stories from long ago
She tells me things I do not know
She can walk into your heart without any feet
And she has powerful speech

I’m crazy about my mother
And she is crazy about me too
If she died, I wouldn’t know what to do
My mother’s heart is as pure as gold
A smile that sparkles like silver
And a spirit like a flower that never withers
She maybe as old as sand
But she is my best friend.

A black goddess is not a God
Not an ideal of worship
She’s a black woman who can make a difference
In other people lives

Missed you
Wish you were here
Sometimes when I'm all alone
Nothing there but my thoughts
I think of you and those precious moments I hold so dear
My heart races at the thought of your smile that shines brighter than a light known in existence
Those eyes, oh those beautiful eyes
How they pierce my soul in all the right ways
How they show me you soul, full of all those emotions that make us all human
You voice recorded in my memory
That wonderful sound that makes me stop and smile, because I know when I hear it, you are there
And how can I forget that loving embrace
That bear hug of comfort and warmth.
But here I am
Lonely
Missing you
So I'm going to close my eyes,
Take a deep breath,
Make a wish, and hope that you'll be there when I open my eyes...

In the dark of a dreary night
I think of you
When the sun can’t show its light
I think of you
I wish you were here tonight
I wish you could hold me under the pale moonlight
I wish you were here to hold me tight
I wish you were here

When the creatures sing in the dead of the night
I think of you
When it rains so hard there is no sight
I think of you
I wish you were here to hold me dear
I wish you could keep me near
I wish that with you there is nothing to fear
I wish you were here

I bet if I felt the bliss of your tender kiss
I would wish that I may never miss
A moment without your kiss
Until that day comes, I can only dream
Of what it means to be by your side

Life is only a simple dream
It’s never really what it seems
To this conclusion it only means
I wish you were here…

I use to have a dog,
but now he’s gone away.
Now my days feel like fog
cause I miss him everyday.
He didn’t go to his maker,
not that I know of.
Instead, he ran away,
leaving me sadder than a turtle dove.

It was instant like coffee.
That’s how our love was from the start.
It was love at first sight, like one of those fairytales.
Our eyes met, I saw into his soul, he saw into mine.
The rest was fate, saying we were meant to be together…
And how he makes me feel when we are together.
My heart beats double time with every sweet word he says.
My eyes water with tears of compassion and joy
with every gift he gives me.
My cheeks blush bright red with every hug.
I go into a love struck daze with every kiss.
I gave him my heart, and he gave me his in return.
What more could a girl ask for?

There was an old lady that died in 2003.
Her caretaker left her in from of the TV.
Two years had past, and they found her at last,
For the dead old lady turned into a mummy.

Black blood
Could not take away
The life lived by you
There is a place to sleep
After all is gone
Always

A moment together
How lovely to be beneath a summer moon
A garden of beauty & a symphony of love
I want to fall in your arms
It is like a dream to me
I am a woman with visions shining from the storm
Those sweet chants running through my head
Robbing me of the madness
Music shakes me of the chains of eternity
Death will not stop the whispers

I want to be real, as real is the ultimate goal in the game of obvious. There are purple whispers in my head. In my head. I tip-toe endlessly on the path toward forgotteness, but I am a failure in the efforts of the war against such and boredom. I dance in the savage way of my ancestors, but only in my imagination, for I know I’ll be corrected if someone actually saw. There is not enough time for the waking of the ghost of tomorrow. Beyond the reasonable laying of my lies and mocking the fiction, there is something true to wrap my hands around. I want to be real. My hair is done in a way that it makes instant jokes about gravity. It stand beyond normality like my soul, but unlike my soul, I battle to tame my hair. With every flick of the comb, I remember my marigold childhood. I remember the time when the comb was my enemy, and sleep was my crime. The pain will not wash away from the soda I poured on my head. It burned my eyes out, but luckily, I had a new pair. The internet will help. Yes, my friend named Internet. We go drinky drank around the corner, beyond the grazes of normality, like fireflies in space. We dance in the moonlight, partly because it is cliché, partly because I want to know the feeling. I make my own opinions about my life and my situations.

Whisper whisper. Is that the call of reality? I am not here today, so leave me a message on my wall of ecstasy.  It is painted the same color as my nails, cobalt blue and metallic grey like that kiss from Japan I kept hidden from everyone, except my other self. The streaks of conniption flutter by on wings made of the abyss. I can’t help but stare as they float by, for I can’t catch them. I can’t catch them, but I don’t lose hope for the future. I want to be free of the pinks in my life, for they are my night terrors in stereo. I want to rid myself of the oranges as well, but they are necessary, so I tolerate them. Have you come to make me real? I can see behind your eyes. You are intrigued. I want to wrap my fingers around your violet locks and make a rainbow for the future. I don’t like the way ginger kills all that is beautiful, it is not invited to the party hosted by the voices in my head. The world mourns around me constantly beyond the written understanding of how things should be. Yet I laugh. I laugh. I laugh because I am empty inside. Where is my symphony of light and imagination? I imitate these feelings with song. I pass these feeling like a disease through dance. Whisper whisper. Shimmy twirl. I have a secret too.